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My Roots
02:23
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My Roots
by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI
8-24-2004 d-g-a-d7
Let me tell you about my family
And let me sing about its tree
How I've climbed up on the branches
How some have broken under me
But as my bottom hits the ground
I'll tell you what I always find
My roots have covered my backside
My roots have covered my backside
You know my mother had a mom
And my dad he had a dad
And if you listen to their stories
You’ll hear the good
You'll hear the sad
From the Seneca Rock
To the beginning of all time
My roots have covered my backside
My roots have covered my backside
So I’ve got to dig deep
To find out what is true
I need to know my yesterdays
So I can figure out what's new
Before the Blackwater River
Cut it's first jagged line
My roots have covered my backside
My roots have covered my backside
So, it's not a dirty story
But you’ve gotta dig it deep
It started with a single seed
That one that started you and me
It's sewn in every foreign land
And grows through every grain sand
My roots have covered my
Roots have covered my
roots have covered my backside
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2. |
Hip About Time
03:52
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Hip About Time
by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI
Tomorrow came in smelling just like today
Tasting the same as yesterday
I flicked my Timex
Then dropped kicked my Swiss
But the days (would) tick me off
The same old way
So cry baby cry, but don't ask who booed who
Get out of bed & stop hitting snooze
I'm so hip about time
He's not sleepin' in…..
I'm so hip about time
he's not sleepin’ in
I'm so hip about time
I was in a fog and Big Ben was sleepin' in
Don't say Fre're Jacque, Dor-mez vous
Ain't been kicking your ass too
So rock-a-bye baby on your rocky top
And if you forget that tune your misery will stop
Breaker Breaker
So cry baby cry, but don't ask who booed who
Get out of bed & stop hitting snooze
Now I'm so hip about time
He's not sleepin' in…..
I'm so hip about time
he's not sleepin’ in
I'm so hip about time
So cry baby cry, but don't ask who booed who
Get your ass up & stop hitting snooze
I'm so hip about time
Son-ne les matines
I'm so hip about time
Ding dang dong
I'm so hip about time
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3. |
The Good Dog
02:39
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The Good Dog (1/7/04)
by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI
Capo 2 (E, F#m, A, B, C#m, G#m)
My friend's pup
Just threw up
In the kitchen
By the Door
That bad boy
Sure ain't good
With his #2
Falling on my floor
Who knew that you,
Who knew you………… were the good dog?
'Cause when I whistle
You do come
At a steady pace
No matter where from
And when you sit there
So Politely
And wag your tail
While I strum
I think, who knew that you
Who knew that you……… were the good dog?
The bone I found
Underground
Was not in
Your lost and found
This took me 6 years
To get a clue
But for you it felt like 42
Who knew that you,
Who knew that you…….. were the good dog?
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Your Heart Won't Take This Beating Anymore 5-28-04
G Bm Am G D C G D B7 A7
Once we saw you back in town
We were begging you to take that soft top down
Drive around dizzy, like we used to do
But you put the pedal to the metal
And had found them and ground them
Since the day you left
And figured you come home and let you're blood flow
As slow as it could get
You---------(D, D7)
(G) Won't get done, that's(B7A7) for sure
So flip, (C) the sign and lock the store(A7)
'Cause you're heart can't take this beating anymore. (Decend C to Am)
You built the block and they knocked it off
The monkey laughed and the weasel popped
But you never flinched, you never stopped
Took 20 years to realize
That they already saw the white of your eyes
But your retreat was the one to beat
As you dumbed down their biggie size
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These Things I Think and Do by Todd Burge
Channels flipping one by one
And a second-long glance at a second chance is long gone
Land on a movie that doesn't move me
Hit the mute and stare at the screen until dawn
So, I open the door and the light comes on
Stare at some cheese with a date that 's way past gone
From now on I just order take out
Stay in and debate the mirror on what went wrong
These are the things I say
These are the things I think and do
To help me keep my mind away from you
That preacher tied the knot so tight
It seemed like a breath of fresh air was out of sight
We both choked through a motion
That our folks recognized as the good life
Now the pictures have all been taken
And the faking couple's only aim was to please
So, poke it with a fork, we're done
And both so tired of being made to say cheese
Chorus
Sunday paper stays on the porch way past noon
No need to know what goes down in this town
When I'm this blue
I chose to close this door
And went off and bought this new lock too
Now something's stuck in the key hole
And I want to, but just can't seem to peek through
Chorus
Now with one pocket empty
And the other one full of lent
Nobody owes me
But I still gotta somehow pay the rent
So, I grab my axe and a C harp
Pump some gas
And hit the road to who knows where
And play these songs of you
To the few out there who seem to care
Chorus
Now back home and sitting here
Just watching our dear old garden grow
Spring brings on green things
With of without the seeds we used to sow
So, I give this day a little time
And the morning coffee just might turn
Into an evening wine
And these weeds become the things
That cover up a love
That failed the test of time
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6. |
Your Mistake
03:04
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Your Mistake 1-15-04 (T. Burge)
capo 4 E, A B7, E, E7, A, F#7, E, B7, E
The Day is young and so are you
You say, I'm a bit old, but I'll do
Baby I wanna kiss you, before life gets too late
I hope you don't realize your mistake
I got this feeling strong enough for two
So you don't have to worry, I'll feel yours for you
Baby I wanna kiss you, grab your rattle and take a shake
And hope you don't realize your mistake
Now I've fooled lesser ladies than you
And most chose to let me know when the foolin' was through
Baby I wanna kiss you even though it may not be our fate
I hope you don't realize your mistake
Up to now I treated everyone so wrong
I come on early, stay too late and way too strong
Baby you better kiss me, cause my face ain't always this straight
I hope you don't realize your mistake
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7. |
All That's Left To Need
03:15
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ALL THAT’S LEFT TO NEED
I Found your number in the book
Your sweet sweet smile made me look
Now every time I look I look for you
I know the wind blows from the West
And I know the answer’s just a guess at best
But every time I ask I ask for you
The bridge is burned and nothing’s learned
Now I need to cross, to cross I yearn
But every time I fly I crash & burn for you
I know I shouldn’t be this far gone from the truth
But every time I try I lie a bit more it is true
Freedom came, then freedom left
It blew right through then left regret
Now all that’s left to need
Is this need for you
My belly’s full
My money’s banked
And for that my thank yous have all been thanked
And all that’s left to need is this need for you
©2006 Bunj Jam BMI
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8. |
Close to You
04:11
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Close to You
by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI
E, A, (intro)
(E) A day can start out so good
And sometimes even get a little better (A)
(E) Like a sunny walk to a mailbox
And finding a new love letter (A)
(B, G#m, A, F#m, E)
But the backporch step
Creeks a complaint
Along the way
One toe gets tripped
And it all falls down
To stay (B7)
(A) That day didn't turn out the way
It was supposed to (E)
I was supposed to get close (F#m) to you
I was supposed to be close(G#m)
Close (A) to you
I was supposed to be
Close (B) to you
(back to beginning)
Now I hope that you've made it back home
And that you're in your own bed tonight
You've been away so long
Trying to get your heart to beat just right
You met someone new
And thought that you'd got things straight
But the winds of change
Blew the two of you away
That day didn't turn out the way
It was supposed to
He was supposed to get close to you
He was supposed to be close
Close to you
I was supposed to be
Close
Too
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9. |
The Fairy Land Files
04:18
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Our Fairy Land File
It was just another summer night in 1979
That Monkey Ward 10 speed was pedaled one last time
Brother rode it off the curb like a million times before
But the bike broke at its forks as he used a bit too much force
Over handle bars and onto concrete
Almost lost a lip as he knocked out seven teeth
This mouthy young teen became quiet as a king
As our family tugged him through this truly ugly thing
Could somebody have warned him to stay inside that night?
Then lock the door and heave the key with all their might?
Now he's stuffed it all away, in his fairly land file
And hopes it stays for a while
I was just another anxious kid in junior high
It didn't take a lot to make me feel alive inside
But a social studies teacher stripped it all away
When he tried to be my valentine after school one day
I know it's been twenty odd years and he left town long ago
And most days I regret that I can't forget and let it go
But it's been shutting my mouth for over two decades now
While wondering how many valentines he's had from town to town
Could somebody have warned me to stay at home that day?
Then lock the door and heave the key, keep everything okay?
Now I've shoved this all away in my fairly land file
And hope it stays for a while
Cousin Ben was a good guy inside with a grin and a good look
But if you had something worth taken, you'd be the one getting shook
The drinking turned to smoking and the smoking turned to snorting
And for the rest of his days there was nothing good worth reporting
He drove down to Atlanta looking for something a bit more green
But his head down there was dead, diseased with kudzu and weed
He ended up dying by getting beat up by a teen
Over a bottle in a brown bag while hanging out in his home-less sweet street
Somebody should have asked him to come inside that night
Freed him from the street, relieve him of that fight
Now we've tucked this all away in our fairly land file
And hope it stays for a while
But one day I know it's bound to blow
One day the tears just gotta flow flow flow
Then I'll be telling you not to hold it all in
All that's screwing you
All that makes you blue
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10. |
Son Shine
02:26
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Son Shine
Lordy turned a light on
And now the darkest days seem long gone
'Cause our son is shining all the time
Two bodies got together
And made one body better
Now our son is shinin' all the time
Our new clock's alarm sounds fine
It's the tick that tocks when all things shine
And our son shines right on time
My heart's as free as it can be
When baby hold on tight to me
Yea, our son is shining all the time
If I knew just what to say
I'd say it just that way
Say, our son is shining all the time
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Nashville Cats Have Guts Too
Some Nashville cats have nine
Some only one or two
The fat ones sit on their collective ass
And lap up a new litter like its stew
There’s a single drop of soul
That dripped off of one fat cat’s meal
He says he knows which knob to turn
To make your tune sound real
These songs pour from your heart
These songs spew from your soul
But the notes vibrate some strange way
On the way to some deep dark hole
They drop off the chart and the line goes flat
While the nurse is on another cigarette break
And after she’s finished with her smoke
It is way too late too late to resuscitate
Now that was a good one but that one is lost
Doesn’t it always happen like that?
So you write another tune in a hurry
And it ends up some piece of crap
You $2000 mic it and hard drive it
Into some fake kind of feel
And hope you can find the right knob
To make it sound real
So take me to some mountain top
With nothing but a sharp knife and a cigar box,
The guts from some fat Nashville cat
Yeah, I’ll just stay way lost
I’ll craft out a tune on that box
Then let the echo let me know how to feel
And I won’t need some other set of ears to hear that it is real
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12. |
Tape Recorder
00:31
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Tape Recorder
I am a tape recorder
In the hands of a news reporter
I was the first one to hear this mess
Unbiased
So fresh
Listen in at eleven
A conversation cut to a blurb
One hour to thirty seconds
A whole sentence to, one word
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Back to Parkersburg
I found myself lost in the middle of somewhere
Staring at a drunk who had a need to swear
If you give me five bucks he can have the last word
Then I’ll get on back to Parkersburg
If I had five bucks I’d try not to drink it
And If I saw a pretty sight try not to blink it
But this night’s as ugly as a four letter word
I need to get my ass on back to Parkersburg
I tried to get paid for the songs I played
But the owner passed out before he gave
I’m pissed and shaken’ rattled and stirred
I need to get on back to that burg
Then a lady walked up when the night was through
Askin’ me to play just one more tune
The Eagles was the byrd she preferred to heard
I had to get my ass back to Parkersburg
Now I don’t know where you call home
But it sure ain’t a number on your damn cell phone
Make that tiger in your tank start to purr
And get on back to that burg
There’s a tall pine tree with an empty nest
And a pretty woman who treats me best
My wheels only roll one way for sure
Two six one oh four
I’ve been to New York and Boston town
Been to San Fran and all around
Austin, Orlando, the Columbus Zoo
But my driver didn’t fit that awkward screw…
Me up, spin me ‘round
I’m always gonna face right towards that town
One single place will surely please me
That’s Parkersburg WV baby…………….
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14. |
Barrel of Your Own Gun
03:09
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by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI
Comes a day
I’ve been told
To everybody, every soul
The barrel of your own gun
Ends up cocked and in your face
So comes a place
When your head turns
Everybody, every soul
You can’t stare off
You can’t run
From the barrel of your own gun
Daddy blew away with the spring breeze
Brother drank himself blind
Mother saw the sinning, it was in my eyes
Cause I was thinking sin all the time
Baby found a honey sweeter than me
A worker bee without the sting
I was holding out for nothing
When I already had something
That I could hold eternally
So comes a time
A lonely time
Everybody, every soul
You can’t gaze away
And you can’t run
From the barrel
Of your own gun
From the barrel
Of your own gun
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15. |
Not For Kids
00:10
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Todd - Can you say not for kids?
Will - Not for kids?
Todd- Not for kids.
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16. |
Kiss My Axe
02:55
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Kiss My Ass~ G, D, C, Bb, Am
The trees where green, the grass was blue
The day I placed my heart with you
The geese were flying in a perfect V
When you came running right towards me
But I wish I had asked you to kiss my ass
I had it bad, thought that was good
A smile as big as a neighborhood
Where I would stand is where love stood
Asked you to kiss my mouth and you said you would
But now I wish I had asked you to kiss my ass
My nervous eye's twitchin', my heart's in a ditch
I feel like a dog, when life is such a bitch
Been Crying so hard my side needs stitched
Trying to tune out this major glitch
Since I wimped out on askin' you to kiss my ass
Break (C, G, Bb, Am ... D)
Nothing can be better when everything is right
I all lines up with the stars at night
But when that line breaks
It's force snaps hard back towards you
Now I feel better but I'm not my best
Since I got this shit off of my chest
I would try to tell you the rest
But I don't wanna have you kill you I guess
But I wish I had asked you to kiss my ass
I got regrets like the best of them
Some are fat, some are some are slim
Some from having you here with me
Some from seeing you there with him
But the worst is from not asking you to kiss my ass
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Todd Burge Parkersburg
If it’s been discovered by man, West Virginia’s Todd Burge has written about it. A born ponderer and observer of life, each of his songs tells a story. Whether drawn from personal experience or a tale of poetically woven fiction, you’ll live every second of it through his songs. ... more
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